"Left For America" lyrics

"Left For America"

Lay me on my back a little
An' put my hat on my head
Cause I want to sleep out with the stars
Not in the dark with the dead
When I'm ready I'll give you the sign
You can gather me up like a quilt
Tell my mother I tried, tell my cousin I lied
I was holding your hand out of guilt

Cause they never made my way
Hold it, I never stole your heart or sort of it
I never knew my place
Anyway
They never been my way upon it
I never stole your heart and sold it
I never knew my place
Anyway

You cover me up with a thousand whispers
You shuffle me into the night
Whistle and hum to the traffic rum, calling us closer to the edge of the light
Tell me tales that win my faith and be my champion of dreams
I don't want to forget the day I left for America and things came apart at the seams

Cause they never made my way
Hold it, I never stole your heart and sold it
I never knew my place
Anyway
They never been my way upon it
I never stole your heart and sold it
I never knew my place
Anyway

They never been my way upon it
I never stole your heart and sold it
I never knew my place
Anyway
They never been my way upon it
I never stole your heart and sold it
I never knew my place
Anyway


Writer(s): Ciaran Lavery
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